Bøker av Christopher Eriksson

This introductory paper provides supportive evidence that the Shakespeare plays were written during periods of profound harmony when the Divine or Infinite Mind resonated with that of the author to be born in him as the "fair youth" and "the better part of me" of the Sonnets, as originally proposed by R.M. Bucke.

When a famous Shakesperean actor starts to misspeak Hamlet, Sir Edward knows his career could be in jeopardy, but never wonder if destiny might be knocking. Not too far away, Cambridge scholar Dame Elizabeth experiences several lucid dreams on Shakespeare and Elizabethan England, which she is loath to share with her physicist husband Erik. Sensing meaning in her dreams as well as those places where Sir Edward misspeaks, Dame Elizabeth takes up the investigation after she herself is strangely upstaged at a book festival in Arizona. As the trail in Shakespeare's sonnets leads to southern France and the medieval troubadours, Elizabeth suggests her husband Erik follow their example and write her a love poem. He reluctantly does so, yet they are both enthralled by the power of courtly love that swept Europe in the Middle Ages.From London's Flat Street to the Tucson Book Festival, to the creativity of Cambridge University's own students, Shakespeare and the God Virus unfolds the playwright's mysterious experiences that he struggled to describe in his sonnets. Join British/Canadian author Christopher Eriksson for a Shakespearean drama on "the divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will.'

“Mr. Beynon, really! It’s the middle of the night! Must you wake everybody up? I’ve been listening to you for ages and I’ve never heard anything like it. It’s so beautiful and yet so sad and tragic, what is it?”Beynon looked blankly at her and said, “Mrs. Todd, he says it’s a Requiem Mass for mankind.”“Who says? You’re composing, aren’t you?”“Me?” said Beynon. “I’m only writing it down. I wish I could compose like that. He says it’s the Tenth and I must hurry up as there’s little time for me and not much for the world.”“Are you alright, Mr. Beynon?” asked Mrs. Todd, “You seem strange.”“Please go back to bed. It’s gone now.”“What’s gone?”“The orchestra, the music. I can go to sleep now.”